3 Nov 1914 Up at 4am swabbing decks in bare feet with a gang of fellows…one or tow of the ships in our convoy have fever aboard and fly the yellow flag. So far we have escaped…

6 Nov 1914 Sports in the afternoon, fine fun; good view from top of a ventilator. F Company won nothing. Third mate knocked all comer in pillow fight on the greasy pole over water…

9 Nov 1914 Arrived off Bombay at midday. Looks a fine place; great bustle on board. Colour Sgt. Wheadon rushing about and everybody giving orders, but nobody carrying them out. Fone and I apparently still attached to our slave gang to clean the ship up to the last minute.